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Hating my mate

What do you do when your mate turns out to be the Alpha of the pack you and your people have lived to hate? Blue Blood pack and Blacktooth Guardians pack have never been on good terms ever! Arya, the daughter of the Alpha of Blue Blood pack has never desired anything in her life. She always gets everything she wants, in her way, until the day she strays into Logan's territory. He is a ruthless and arrogant ruler that has made Blacktooth Guardians the strongest pack in the entire land. He doesn't compromise with anyone who dares to meddle with his pack, especially intruders. But something, he can't understand changes his way of seeing things when Arya is brought into his eyes. Arya is beautiful, flawless and she is his mate, and he has all the intentions of making her his. He is determined on keeping her against his own consciousness, his pack and his fellow leaders, against the entire Blue Blood pack, and even against her own will! It's a mixture of strong emotions; love and hate that sets off an explosion of events that leaves them reeling. With shock. With truth. With desire.

annaatuha · Fantasy
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55 Chs

Chapter Thirty Seven

Arya

He is pissed off? Huh? He has no right to be mad right now. After conniving with the vampires to kill my brother and destroy my pack, he still thinks he has the right to go around ordering me and expect me to respond like some idiot.

Where the hell does he get the nerve to act normal after all this?

He wanted to kill Eric and then saved him? what is that? A sick joke, alright, and he expects me to believe that?

I bury my face in my hands in frustration.

What am I supposed to do? Act along like everything is fine? Like he was never a part of this?

I look at the green dress he has given me to wear.

Dinner with my brother.

What if he is yelling the truth? Well, there is only one way to prove it.

I get up from the bed and decide to get dressed. I apply Logan's lotion and comb my messy hair.

The door creaks open and Logan comes in. He slowly approaches me with one hand in his jeans pocket. Despite my anger towards him, he still has the composure of a God.